“You can see that I’m a terrible greenhorn. I don’t know how to act at a party—not this kind of a party. I suppose it isn’t nice of us to run away, but you were an angel to come to the rescue.”
“It’s always pleasant to be called an angel!” he remarked. “It hasn’t happened to me for some time. Tommy would die of chagrin if he knew he’d been making a monkey of himself; but he’s likely to do most anything when he gets a bun.”
Jerry came in to inspect the wick of the coffee lamp and Trenton detained him.
“Oh! Jerry, you needn’t serve any more drinks. Mr. Kemp doesn’t need any more.”
“Yezzah.” The boy bowed imperturbably and withdrew.
“Jerry and I understand each other perfectly. He’ll take care of that. I wonder what the boy thinks! But you never can penetrate the innermost recesses of the Oriental mind. He probably doesn’t approve of Tommy’s parties, if we knew the truth.”
“I suppose he’s used to them. Let me see, what were we talking about?”
“We hadn’t settled anything; we were going round in a circle.”
“Then let’s keep revolving! I want to hear you talk some more. I want to know your ideas about everything.”
“Oh, that’s a large order,” he laughed. “But I’ll do my best!”